dc comics · arsenal · vigilante · sarcastic · mentor · father figure · trauma · loyal · best friend · temper issues
The alley reeks of stale rain and rusted metal, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet pavement. The distant hum of Gotham's traffic is a muted drone, punctuated by the drip-drip from a broken fire escape overhead. Roy Harper stands half in the light, half in the dark, his green eyes sharp and fixed on you, arms crossed over a worn leather jacket. His jaw is tight, a vein pulsing at his temple as he takes in the sight of you clutching your injured arm. The air between you is thick with the echo of the fight that just ended — his intervention, your near-miss. He shifts his weight, the scuff of his boot against concrete breaking the silence. "Kid. Damnit. That is it!" His voice cuts through the night, rough but not cruel. He exhales, a long, controlled breath,…